Title: Loving You
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men or the song "What Hurts The Most" by Rascal Flatts.
Note: After X-Men One
Marie stared at the ceiling of her empty room. Her roomies were off double dating and she was here. Alone.
The occasional flash of lighting and the roaring boom of thunder did not startle her or even make her flinch. In fact it soothes her and saddened her, reminding her why she was laying here. Marie didn't eve bother the few stray tears that leaked out the corner of her eyes and slid gently down her face.
I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
That don't bother me
I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out
I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while
Even though going on with you gone still upsets me
There are days every now and again I pretend I'm ok
But that's not what gets me
Marie's tears fell faster and faster down her cheeks her mouth contorting with held in sobs. The boom of thunder seemed to speak for her.
What hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was tryin' to do
Flashes of his smile, his hands, his eyes reeled through her mind like a movie sent to torture her. She was doing this to herself, over and over to remember. To remember why she loved him, and to remind herself that he didn't love her.
With frustration and anger Marie launched herself off her bed and stumbled over to her mirror to look at herself. The tears stained track glistening in stark contrast to her pale white strands of hair. Turning away from her mirror she went towards her window to embrace the storm, much like the storm that raged in her heart.
There were son many things she could have said, could have shown, could have loved. But it was nothing now. Insignificant to everyone but herself.
It's hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go
But I'm doin' It
It's hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I'm alone
Still Harder
Getting up, getting dressed, livin' with this regret
But I know if I could do it over
I would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heart
That I left unspoken
If she had him back for this instant what would she say?
What would she do?
What hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do
He turned his back on her and stepped out through that door with her reaching out behind him, to late.
What hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do
She knew what she would do. She would do what she'd always done, the only thing she knew how to do. Wait.
Not seeing that loving you
That's what I was trying to do
Ooohhh...
After all True Love Waits, right?
I know the last line lame, but I don't care, I like it anyways. Reviews please?
Aslan
